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When I can’t think through my responsibilities?When the beauty of the ocean, as I know it, is gone?When my children are looking through the glass at my lifeless body?

What goes through the minds of those I leave behind?What are the things my soul will keep questioning about in death?Why did it have to be me? Seven billion people in this world;But somehow my number came up? Why not my evil neighbor?Or the mean woman at the train station? Or the selfish milkman?Why me? A loving parent, child and sibling?

What will happen to the people I love? What are they going through?Is the agony in their faces honest? Will they find life difficult without me?Will they move on too soon or will they take ages?Will they take care of my children?Will my children, in return, learn to appreciate that God planned it?Or will they curse the day I died?

What about my friends? Will they suspect foul play?Will they follow-up with the law?Or will they settle to grumble among themselves?Will they remember me or will I just be another walk-in who left?

What about my spouse? Does he regret those dark tough times we had?Does he wish back the beautiful moments we shared?Does he wish he could turn back time?Then maybe he‘d help me avoid this tragedy?Will he cry alone in the night calling out for me?Will the pain in his heart be like the kind I will go through in death?After how long will he re-marry?

What about heaven? Is it waiting for me?Will Jesus be happy to see me? Will the Lord call me His child?Will my tears be wiped away?Will my struggle in this world pay off?Will my mind be erased of all the pain I have gone through?Will it be as beautiful as the stories my mama used to tell me?Will my soul be at home or will I crave the people I have left behind?Will I rest forever in the arms of my creator?

A broken heart is the tomb of a dying man. But a heart full of merry can make him careless just as much Love and life have one thing in common; “nothing is certain”. We live, but brace ourselves for the day when death will strike We love, but brace ourselves for the inevitable heartbreak. Why then do we allow ourselves to be engrossed in vengeance? The pain and discomfort that comes with it, The lack of hope, and the desperation to hurt others… And make them go though turmoil, Just because we feel that they deserve to; Just because we think they should feel the same pain we felt?

No human is perfect; no man was born a saint And to err is to man; we can’t take back what’s already done. But we can change the direction the aftermath takes. Every action puts us in a position where we can make a choice. It is this choice that makes us powerful. We have no control over what has been, Even though we have been hurt by the people close to us, It doesn’t justify if we try our best to make their lives miserable. We gain nothing but more pain, mystery, and mistrust But we have control over our future Because we know we have all the cards in our hands. And the beauty of it is; No one else is in control; we are.

Our past doesn’t define our future. And we certainly can’t make other people pay; Pay for the sins of people who didn’t deserve our loyalty No one goes into something they know they will fail; But when they do, they pick themselves up, dust off and move on. Otherwise so many of us would never be where we are today. It’s unfortunate that we go through situations we had rather hadn’t But it’s even bad enough that we get judged by those moments forever. One mistake done is a lesson learnt; once bitten twice shy. Love is treasure, a gift, a moment in time when we look back and feel good, Love is patient, its kind, but it’s also forgiving. We have only one life to live; it will be stupid to waste it away in vengeance.xoxo

It’s amazing how you can speak right to my heart;Without saying a word you can lighten up the dark;Try as I may I can never explain,What I hear when you don’t say a thing…

The smile on your face; lets me know that you need meThere’s a look in your eyes saying you’ll never leave meThe touch of your hand says you’ll catch me whenever I fallYou say it best when you say nothing at all

All day long I can hear people taking out loudBut when you holding me, you drown out the crowdTry as they may they can never defineWhat’s being said between your heart and mine…

The smile on your face lets me know that you need meThere’s a truth in your eyes saying you’ll never leave meThe touch of your hand says you’ll catch me whenever I fallYou say it best when you say nothing at all

My best friend gave me the best advice He said each day’s a gift and not a given right Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind And try to take the path less traveled by That first step you take is the longest stride

If today was your last day And tomorrow was too late Could you say goodbye to yesterday? Would you live each moment like your last? Leave old pictures in the past Donate every dime you have? If today was your last day

Against the grain should be a way of life What’s worth the prize is always worth the fight Every second counts ’cause there’s no second try So live like you’ll never live it twice Don’t take the free ride in your own life

If today was your last day And tomorrow was too late Could you say goodbye to yesterday? Would you live each moment like your last? Leave old pictures in the past Donate every dime you have? Would you call old friends you never see? Reminisce old memories Would you forgive your enemies? Would you find that one you’re dreamin’ of? Swear up and down to God above That you finally fall in love If today was your last day

If today was your last day Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart? You know it’s never too late to shoot for the stars Regardless of who you are So do whatever it takes ‘Cause you can’t rewind a moment in this life Let nothin’ stand in your way Cause the hands of time are never on your side

If today was your last day And tomorrow was too late Could you say goodbye to yesterday?

Would you live each moment like your last? Leave old pictures in the past Donate every dime you have? Would you call old friends you never see? Reminisce old memories Would you forgive your enemies? Would you find that one you’re dreamin’ of? Swear up and down to God above That you finally fall in love If today was your last day

When Jack Froese, 32, died of a heart arrhythmia in June 2011, he left behind a number of grieving friends and family members. But the BBC reports that several mysterious posthumous emails from Froese’s account have brought some happiness and closure to those who were closest to him.

During an interview, Tim Hart, his childhood best friend, recounts on the day it first happened, five months after Froese’s death.

“One night in November, I was sitting on my couch, going through my emails on my phone and it popped up, ‘sender: Jack Froese.’ I turned ghost white when I read it,” Hart told the BBC. “It was very quick and short but to a point that only Jack and I could relate on.”

This email takes Tim back to shortly before Froese’s death when they were having a private conversation in Hart’s attic, and Froese teased him over the attic’s messy state. “Just he and I up there. That’s it,” Hart said.

If I could tell the world just one thing It would be that we’re all OK And not to worry ’cause worry is wasteful And useless in times like these I won’t be made useless I won’t be idle with despair I will gather myself around my faith For light does the darkness most fear My hands are small, I know But they’re not yours, they are my own But they’re not yours, they are my own And I am never broken Poverty stole your golden shoes It didn’t steal your laughter And heartache came to visit me But I knew it wasn’t ever after We’ll fight, not out of spite For someone must stand up for what’s right ‘Cause where there’s a man who has no voice There ours shall go singing My hands are small I know But they’re not yours, they are my own But they’re not yours, they are my own I am never broken In the end only kindness matters In the end only kindness matters I will get down on my knees, and I will pray I will get down on my knees, and I will pray I will get down on my knees, and I will pray My hands are small I know But they’re not yours, they are my own But they’re not yours, they are my own And I am never broken My hands are small I know But they’re not yours, they are my own But they’re not yours, they are my own And I am never broken We are never broken We are God’s eyes God’s hands God’s mind We are God’s eyes God’s hands God’s heart We are God’s eyes God’s hands God’s eyes We are God’s hands We are God’s hands

Now, I am not one to get all hooked up in relationship drama but this one has got me gluing my eyes on twitter. When I first heard that Rihanna and Chris had been secretly hooking up over the past year, I wasn’t shocked. I kinda like expected it. At that time, a Rihanna insider was quoted saying “Rihanna loves to live dangerously, and talking to and hooking up with Chris is all part of that,”

So we all know that Rihanna, Chris Brown’s ex, who is still on court order to keep Chris Brown within 50yards of her for five years (since 2009) is a tough cookie. And if Karrueche Tran, Chris Brown’s girlfriend since January, doesn’t know this then she’s in for a rude shock.

Chris, who physically abused Rihanna three years ago, has been reportedly getting closer to her, even recording two duets with her. Rihanna’s “Birthday Cake,” from her latest album, Talk That Talk, was released on Rihanna’s birthday, February 20, along with a remix of Chris Brown’s “Turn up the Music,” featuring Rihanna’s vocals.

The ‘only girl in the world’ singer has reportedly been targeting Karrueche in what is seen as a Facebook glide. She (Rihanna) 24, tweeted a photo that could be interpreted as a racist jab at Tran, who is half-Vietnamese: a bag of rice cakes with gold earrings and black shades, along with the caption, “Ima make u my bitch,” on March 3.

In return Tran, 23, posted to her profile, referencing the famous Angelina Jolie/Brad Pitt/Jennifer Aniston love triangle. “I’m Angeline [sic], you’re Jen. C’mon you see where Brad is at,”